Memoirs of an Oberkommando der Wehrmacht
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Mein Fuhrer has placed me in charge of a group of Austrian and Bavarian riflemen trained in the mountains, the 1st Gebirgsj?ger.
At first I was hesitant and feared that they would be cowardly and slow of mind. However, I have come to respect their toughness and bravery.
They are even wise in the ways of war and are adapting well to fighting on all terrains.
We were recently tasked with defending a city in France. The Allies attacked us hard with an American Airborne brigade stationed in Great Britain.
They threw everything they had at us, but my men held strong. First they attacked through blown out buildings, but I put my strongest mobile unit
up front with my battle-tested Generaloberst Anni in charge. They valiantly held off the Yanks for longer than even I expected. Eventually though,
we had to pull back, the Americans were able to get a sniper through our front defenses. I can now say that the legendary Blue does really exist.
In fact, when I foolishly peeked my head out to check on the troops, he hit me seemingly from out of nowhere. I did get some revenge later when
they made a second foray into our territory; a well-placed nade incapacitated Blue. Not moments later a wisp of a man, looking more like a young
girl, strafed out and hit me despite my attempt to take cover in a small room. Although my injury has healed, the doctor warned that I may have
infection. If my fever gets any higher I may be too weak to command our planned attack on the Netherlands.
Despite the tenacity of those damned Yanks, breaking through our first and secondary defenses, Generalmajor Anti dug in and with the help of his
marksmen they held off the Allies and forced them to make a hasty retreat. The Fuhrer will be pleased that we continue to occupy France and I
expect to be greatly rewarded and praised.
Unfortunately, our victory in France was followed by one of our greatest defeats. We met up with Mussolini’s troops in Italy and attempted to occupy
North Africa. It is still unclear to me why the Fuhrer was even interested in that god-forsaken land, but one does question our leader’s orders, no
matter his rank. I could see from the start that the going would not be easy, unlike the mountains bathed in starlight, or the well-lit Cities of France,
we were immersed in ink-like darkness. We tried to use the darkness to our advantage, but the Yanks, who had re-positioned, were waiting for us
in the darkness. They hid the dark like cowards waiting for us to be almost upon them. Then they would jump up and attack like the ninjas of Japan.
Cowards or not, they were certainly cunning. Although we suspected they would have snipers defending their territory we powerless to stop them.
Between the dark, the open stretches of the railyard, and the even darker buildings, we really did not stand a chance.
With all these obstacles, our troops fought bravely. Even after being shut down handily in our first attack, we were even able to convince our men to
try again. I got the sinking feeling that we doomed when one of our best fighter, Chuck was immediately struck after leaving our bunker. Although I
managed to make it halfway to the Allied stronghold, assisted by a lad we call Susie, we could go no farther. Our back up was depleted and we were
surrounded. We were finally ambushed by a Yank with Brigadier General bars on his lapel who was sitting in the dark probably listening to our
approach in anticipation.
Needless to say, my report to Hitler will praise our men and focus on our victory in France. As to North Africa, the Fuhrer will know that we were only
defeated because of inaccurate intelligence from Mussolini’s men and rumors that an Italian traitor warned the Yanks of our attack. It is my best
chance of avoiding the Fuhrer’s wrath after this debacle.
I have just received orders that we are being relocated to the Netherlands to continue our occupation of Europe and from there we will move on to
defend Poland from being liberated by those pesky Yanks.
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Mein Fuhrer has placed me in charge of a group of Austrian and Bavarian riflemen trained in the mountains, the 1st Gebirgsj?ger.
At first I was hesitant and feared that they would be cowardly and slow of mind. However, I have come to respect their toughness and bravery.
They are even wise in the ways of war and are adapting well to fighting on all terrains.
We were recently tasked with defending a city in France. The Allies attacked us hard with an American Airborne brigade stationed in Great Britain.
They threw everything they had at us, but my men held strong. First they attacked through blown out buildings, but I put my strongest mobile unit
up front with my battle-tested Generaloberst Anni in charge. They valiantly held off the Yanks for longer than even I expected. Eventually though,
we had to pull back, the Americans were able to get a sniper through our front defenses. I can now say that the legendary Blue does really exist.
In fact, when I foolishly peeked my head out to check on the troops, he hit me seemingly from out of nowhere. I did get some revenge later when
they made a second foray into our territory; a well-placed nade incapacitated Blue. Not moments later a wisp of a man, looking more like a young
girl, strafed out and hit me despite my attempt to take cover in a small room. Although my injury has healed, the doctor warned that I may have
infection. If my fever gets any higher I may be too weak to command our planned attack on the Netherlands.
Despite the tenacity of those damned Yanks, breaking through our first and secondary defenses, Generalmajor Anti dug in and with the help of his
marksmen they held off the Allies and forced them to make a hasty retreat. The Fuhrer will be pleased that we continue to occupy France and I
expect to be greatly rewarded and praised.
Unfortunately, our victory in France was followed by one of our greatest defeats. We met up with Mussolini’s troops in Italy and attempted to occupy
North Africa. It is still unclear to me why the Fuhrer was even interested in that god-forsaken land, but one does question our leader’s orders, no
matter his rank. I could see from the start that the going would not be easy, unlike the mountains bathed in starlight, or the well-lit Cities of France,
we were immersed in ink-like darkness. We tried to use the darkness to our advantage, but the Yanks, who had re-positioned, were waiting for us
in the darkness. They hid the dark like cowards waiting for us to be almost upon them. Then they would jump up and attack like the ninjas of Japan.
Cowards or not, they were certainly cunning. Although we suspected they would have snipers defending their territory we powerless to stop them.
Between the dark, the open stretches of the railyard, and the even darker buildings, we really did not stand a chance.
With all these obstacles, our troops fought bravely. Even after being shut down handily in our first attack, we were even able to convince our men to
try again. I got the sinking feeling that we doomed when one of our best fighter, Chuck was immediately struck after leaving our bunker. Although I
managed to make it halfway to the Allied stronghold, assisted by a lad we call Susie, we could go no farther. Our back up was depleted and we were
surrounded. We were finally ambushed by a Yank with Brigadier General bars on his lapel who was sitting in the dark probably listening to our
approach in anticipation.
Needless to say, my report to Hitler will praise our men and focus on our victory in France. As to North Africa, the Fuhrer will know that we were only
defeated because of inaccurate intelligence from Mussolini’s men and rumors that an Italian traitor warned the Yanks of our attack. It is my best
chance of avoiding the Fuhrer’s wrath after this debacle.
I have just received orders that we are being relocated to the Netherlands to continue our occupation of Europe and from there we will move on to
defend Poland from being liberated by those pesky Yanks.
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